By Patrick Hawthorne
I’m a writer. I do not announce this because I lay claim to any great talent. Such boasting would be pure foolishness. No, I’m a writer because of the magnificent grace of God at work in me. Truth be known, if not for the Holy Spirit working through me, most of what I write would be subpar at best.
So, why do I write? Simply put, writing is my thought outlet. Life is a river of continuous thoughts; a never ending flow of tales in the making. Through the penned word, we are able to read tales of triumph and tales of defeat; tales of overcoming and tales of being overcome. With but a stroke of the pen, we have the capacity to learn, teach, laugh, and cry.
Rarely does a life event cross my path that cannot be spun into a tale or a lesson. I write because, like the musician or the painter, God has given me a wonderful gift that I yearn to share with others. I write so that I may be to the praise of God’s glory.
Have I ever desired a gift outside of what God gave me? Sure I have. To be a musician would be my ultimate dream gift. Yet, all attempts to learn an instrument have eluded me. And…any attempts to sing have been thwarted by the hole in the bucket I use to carry a tune. Sadly, music is not the gift given to me by our Creator. He gifted me to write.
Why do I write? Because to not write would be to deny and waste the gift given to me by my Heavenly Father. I need not be concerned with how many readers may or may not see my words. I simply need to be willing and obedient to my Father and to the gift He has given me.
What about you? Do you have a gift that you put on some obscure shelf thinking it was not significant? If so, take it down and dust it off. It is time to begin walking in your God giving gift.
Serve one another with the particular gifts God has given each of you, as faithful dispensers of the magnificently varied grace of God. (1 Peter 4:10 JB Phillips Translation)